Quotes About Aging

But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254

Friends that you have known for a long time and love very dearly never seem to grow old.

Only time conquers time and its burdens.

I'm pretty sure in my older years, I'll be doing old-time flavored folk-mountain music.

We barely have enough time to figure out who we are and then we become bitter and isolated as we age.

Nothing is swifter than our years.

You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.

Old Time the clock-setter.

When you get to be my age, you begin to count how many Mays you have left - the best time of year for flowers and birds in North America.

As our eyes age, they have a tougher and tougher time adjusting to rapid changes in lighting, and we need to be aware of this.

Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.

As you get older, you just lose that confidence and narcissism you have in your twenties. You realize you have less time on the planet, and you become cynical and less confident.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.

I was talking to my mom one time, like, "Gosh, I'm 30." And she's like, "In your thirties you're even stronger than in your twenties." I didn't believe her, but I have played better in my thirties.

I got pregnant and turned 40 at the same time.

Great Time makes all things dim.

Time continued to pass - the oldest trick in the world, and maybe the only one that really is magic.

Legends grow beards, and twenty-three years is plenty of time to grow a long one.

In my mum's day, you needed to be beautiful for a very short time to catch your man. It didn't start at six and go on until you're 75, right?

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

It's a guilty secret of a lot of writers, as you get older you don't read as much fiction as you used to, mainly because it's like you are deconstructing it all the time.

Beautiful is the bloom of youth, but it lasts only for a short time.

In your mid-30s, it's time to start playing guys of compromise. And as you get older, men of bitter compromise.